Nowadays, “awesome” is such an overused, weakened word. Not in the old days. Back then, it used to be the province of pegasi. Of the lords and ladies of the heavens. Of thunder and lightning. Of life and death. Of gods.
In the age of Equestria's founding, the world is not at peace. Dangers wait at every corner, and the shadows of the old world wish it dead. And yet in all of this, one pony just wants to live a normal life.
The Great War between the three pony races, a war over food. A tale about starvation, racism and violence in a frozen over landscape that was formally the original pony civilization.
Before the Windigos arrived in Equestria, three tribes were starving for food. There is no trust or friendship between the ponies living in the land, and it seems these uneasy relationships are about to take a turn for the worse.
The lunar civil war has ended and Luna has been banished to the moon, but all is not well in Equestria. In the shadows lurk new enimies and, with Celestia gone, only the Regents can restore order and, possibly, harmony to Equestria.
Over a thousand years of tradition is built in the customs of Equestria's Hearth's Warming tales. Whoever we are or where we come from, these stories all reach into a part of us, changing us as the seasons turn and a new year begins.
The ponies of Equestria find themselves in the midst of civil unrest once more. This causes their leaders to come together to form the First Equestrian Congress.